The song is " Take Me TO CHURCH". Tamara simply passed it on to me last night saying listen to the lyrics and I just can't get enough of it.
Do listen if you have the time to. It's all praise worthy in words I can't describe. Here is the link --
This OS however has no relevance to the video or plot of the original, it's just my lame attempt to a AsYa one shot.
Take Me To Hell!
Have you ever wondered what would happen if the sea serpents forgot to slither on your skin when you go out for a swim? Have you ever wished if sand from the beach obeyed and didn't cling on to clog your drain despite your vain attempts to dust it off? Have you ever pondered why Daddy called you a wh**e and your brother named you a s**t? Have you questioned what brought Ma to break her promise not once, perhaps more than two or many to a plenty times? How long it takes for my flesh to scald when I rub on it in a frantic frenzy under the boiling hot shower in attempts to unclog their mouths, tongue and hands, pleading for them to leave me alone and go away?
And then it stops to haunt, to feel, to register, to revoke a reaction...at a fraction that part of the night when tears don't fall ever again...
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He touches me like no other, I am not your cute girl next door and he knows. He would forget, he will find another to appease, to worship, to belong. He is right and I am wrong. I shouldn't have, it's never too late. Don't think of him. Just scrub. Scrub the kitchen floor, then the walls, then the bench tops, bleach and flush till the stench that reeks into my mind numbs killing that craving, until that tincy desire is tamed. Don't think of him, Don't goad the way he caressed, the way his mouth reached my nub to suck then to explore, Don't commemorate the way he named me "beautiful" everywhere his tongue traveled binding me to the realms of another land. Shun the visions when he breached my wet swollen path crowning me as his queen first and then his goddess. Shake free the moment when he claimed me baring his soul with those silent screaming eyes. I am in Hell, this is not right. Scrub harder, brace up, kick till the ribs break but let it not reach my heart. Sinners be damned, You shall not be the next. I won't let you, it's the least I can do. I am in Hell but you shall be free. In your paradise when you won't even dream of me.
"What are you doing?" His sharp voice makes me jump. Shit! Stop that racing heart, you are not his, don't give him the lovers state of the art.
"You shouldn't be here Mr.Khan." I don't dare turn.
"Neither should You. You should be in my bed when I wake up."
" You hired me for a month. Our deal is over. "
"Our Deal? Just a deal." His voice is closer, his breath on my nape. " I want more."
" Well you can't. You can't force me. I am bored of this ,whatever we have been doing for the last month."
"Don't lie Ms.Farooqui. We both haven't had our fill. It's going to take a lot longer, more than a month, a year, a decade, a lifetime to finish what we have. And you know it."
I KNOW IT! " Surely you didn't think I could be okay just being with you. Mr.Khan " My voice begins to quiver, laments as it chokes but I have to be told. It needs to be said " I have clients Mr.Khan. I am the lady of their nights, I can't be contained by just... "
"SHHH! Don't !" His finger is on my lips, his eyes reading my deepest secrets, unjust aspirations, that prayer, that vow to be only his no matter what. But he didn't have to know, my walls need to barricade his probe, his fascination won't last, I am in Hell. I shall stay forever.
" You need to leave." I squirm in his hold only to be buried more into his mass of hard.
"You shouldn't have left without letting me know Zoya. You shouldn't have run like I would never chase you back. It's not over, it never will be. " He nuzzles into my hair like he did the first time and every night since. And I hear his heart the way it beats. I wish...NO! NO! NO! Scrub! Scrub like you never cleaned before. Just then he pulls way briefly, his hand on my waist while the knuckles of the other kiss my cheek. " Zoya... Let me..." He is requesting, with very soft tone then a nod ...
I jerk his hold looking into his eyes, " I am tired Mr.Khan. I can't have sex."
His eyes sparkle then his lips break free that smile which combusts my whole. " I was hinting food Ms. Farooqui. You sure have a one track mind. Okay may be after breakfast. " His eyes darken instantly, his voice rasp he declares." I want to worship all day and night."
He worshiped me the whole of last month, for how many days will I catch his charm. Will he snap the shards when he finally goes? Would he even wait to wave naming shaming the ethos...
"Are we doing dates now. Don't you know how it works, You paid me to have your fill. Deal done. Contracts over. I can refer you to a few other women I know. I assure you they will be more than happy..."
"WILL YOU STOP OR MUST I MAKE YOU!" He grinds his teeth, his nails cutting the lines of fate on his palm he balls his fists tight. "Is it so easy to see me with another, will you turn deaf when another screams , will stand and let her kiss and have ..."
"STOP! STOP!" My hands fly to my ears I am not brave "Asad! Please don't do this. Please don't. I can't be like them. Don't pretend to baptize, resurrect. Or try to mend me. I am in Hell Asad. Let me be...Please." I fight the first sob rapidly only to crumble and cry. I was seventeen when I last cried. I don't like being weak, I don't like being fallen..."Please go away Asad! I don't want this anymore." Before I know it, I am in his lap on a soapy wet bathroom floor.
"You are the purest of the pure Zoya. The world needs to mend but not you. Don't you see, It's you that brings salvation to my being, a reflection to my soul. Sinners to be damned so lets sin in conjunction, entwined along. Damnation is my cure when it is with you. "
"Asad!..." It's too late, I am powerless yet again, that flicker of need he aptly transforms into a full blown fire to be his once more, perhaps just one more night...
I screamed and cried his name all day into the night. And he kept his word, he did nothing short of worship till the streaks of light seeped in, till his halo engulfed me along, My flesh found a new meaning when it wasn't blasphemy to be aroused. Where I surrendered to not love, but to love him!
Tears are wrenched inhabitants; once they find a way to escape they don't stop. His heart beats below mine. His beautiful face is nothing short of content yet all I did for the last hour was weep watching him sleep.
"I am going to Hell. You are not coming along." I whisper very quietly kissing his now purple flamed lips. "I need Hell, You need paradise, when wounds dry where your heart won't bleed. I need hell."
I can't stay even when stay is all I beseech. So, delicately, I get off while numb protests to screech. This time I won't scrub... I never again shall. There is darkness waiting tiptoeing through the long hall. Shrine calls for confession, I step forward..
But he holds my hand, stops me again.
Don't Go Zoya! Don't leave me alone.
Take me to Hell
Burn me alive, haunt me to death.
Gnaw my flesh then weep with me instead.
Let the shards melt, dew drops stall
Just take me along, I shall be your "Hell" if that is all that you want...
X-THE END-X
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Tada! Long one, I just got so greedy finding my old readers on my Birthday thread. I had to scribble something.
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